Monday, February 21

Lips can speak a thousand words.
Lips can touch a thousand emotions.
Lips can touch a million senses.

Lips can bring back the kiss that was a guilt-free aweso-ndary indulgence, in the wee hours of closeness. The parting lips give out the sighing breaths at dawn break bringing back flashes of that magical moment when nothing else mattered. Cool breeze flowing through the window waking up the lips from a caged pout into a indebted smile.

Monday, February 7

Each morning, I wake up with the enthusiasm of a 6 year old, happy with life, with a desire to 'live today'; only to be disappointment and worn out by the unavoidable web of judgments by end of the day.

But

each morning, I wake up with the enthusiasm of a 6 year old, happy with life, with a desire to 'live today'.